Grab a gun.

To whom it may concern.

Please knock me unconcious,and leave me on a deserted highway for vultures to feed on my decomposing corpse.

Oh wait.

Before that, please burn all my assignments and shoot me.

thank you! =)

Yours sincerely

Sandy.

ps- please don't. i mean really.. i don't mean it. i've still got tons of assignment to do. really.

really. ==

Blubber.

hw.

Lifedrawing

- BasicBodyShapes(?)

Drawing 4 Animation

-Stapler Topography

-Spacecraft Perspective

2D animation.

-Flipbook 1,2

Typo

-Typography Research.

-Helvetica Font

Moral

-Moral Buddhism REsearch, tripitaka and mahayana buddhism

C.Character design class

-Expression Table.

First week.

who's got a gun?

An Abandoned Mansion.

Abandoned Mansion. (2006/7)

A draught howls through the cracks of the broken windows. Its hinges cried out in pain, on the verge of breaking loose. The crumbly walls moaned and grumbled bitterly as the morning train rumbled pass, shrieking like a hyena. Pieces of ceiling crashed onto the ground, breaking into tiny bits. Mice feeding nearby scampered quickly, frighten out of their lives.

An abandoned playpen covered with flakes of dust, had turned into a nest for a bitch’s litter. The puppies whimpered in fear of the strange sounds. Termites ran all over the wooden furniture, chewing away at an old armchair with delight. An empty box of cigarettes lies on the floor suggestively; tiny specks of ashes hidden away like a secret. A clockwork clown with its head broken off still smiled away with irony.

Dawn slipped away, leaving no trace of its existence. A parched puppy finds its way to a broken pipe. The scorching sun burns down mercilessly on the yard of overflowing weeds. Its glare pierced through every crack and cranny. Critters and vermin alike hid beneath the manors shadow; slept soundly, shield from its cruel rays. Bells shrilling loudly as chattering primary kids tumbled out of the gates in a flood. Haunted; whispered naughty children, nudging each other as they skipped pass in a devil may care manner.

Suddenly, the sky cracked its whip and droplets pattered down on the roof shingles hesitantly, as if fearing that it would break. There was another thunderous roar and the rain pours down with gusto. Surrounding weeds drinks up the moisture like thirsty drunkards. Water dripped from the leaky roof. Bits and pieces of broken toys floated by, bobbing around cheerily. The bitch scampered onto higher grounds, gently cradling its youngest in its jaws, as the rest scampered and stumbled along trying not to get soaked by the incoming flood.

Finally the rain stopped. Sharp rays peeked through from the horizon, draping a soft sheen on the wet tiles. A nearby mosque began to chant its prayers in a singsong fashion, a longing in its hollow hymn, as the sun sinks until it completely disappears. Crickets join along by playing their own melody, caroling away into the starless night. The birds retreat into a warm nest they had made in a hole at the ceiling. A small breeze whispered sweet nothings as the menacing house and its furry comrades slipped into a carefree slumber.

-End-

A short descriptive essay dedicated to my nostalgic childhood memory of an old old house in Ipoh that once held eleven kids and two dogs..

I could still hear the sound of that mosque going at five to six... and the train rumbling past at dawn.

And the constant chill of that grey marble floor...

Poem. =3

I wrote this when i was in form two i think.

Found it in one of my homemade "school diary".

Well here goes nothing.

Tear off the clouds, and you'll see the sun

Tear off your worries and the day begin.

Mend and heal the wound inside,

Laugh and wave your worries aside,

Perhaps the world will deem brighter

And the sun will shine today.

The rain and tears a dust of the past

The sorrow fades away.

Slowly, a path will open

And hope will rise within

Slowly the stab will turn into a sting

And dissolve into a dull ache.

The aching heart will start to mend.

And soon, none but a scar.

To remind you of a battle of rage.

The bloodied wear of war.

Mother's Day..... is for My Mother. =D

-Fun Facts-

Mother's Day has not been around since forever! It's been invented by Anna Jarvis on MAY 12Th 1914 for her belated mom in the United States and was made known and official around the world since then. Hence, it's is a pretty 'young' day as it was 'born' in the 20Th century.

What "Mother" Means

"Mother" is such a simple word,
But to me there’s meaning seldom heard.
For everything I am today,
My mother’s love showed me the way.

I’ll love my mother all my days,
For enriching my life in so many ways.
She set me straight and then set me free,
And that’s what the word "mother" means to me.

Thanks for being a wonderful mother, Mom!

By Karl Fuchs

Personally i have no likings for miley cyrus (except for the hannah montana shows which are granted, pretty hilarious.) But here's a song that sings out what Mom means to me =)

I Learn From You - Miley and Billy Ray.

-chorus-

'I learned from you that I do not crumble
I learned that strength is something you choose
All of the reasons to keep on believin',
There's no question, that's a lesson
I learned from you '

If there's anything i learn from my mother, i learn to have an open heart.

I learn generosity.

I learn forgiveness.

And most of all, i learn that material goods can never bring happiness like the people you love

It's true that my mom's not much of a cook.

But she's one hell of an organizer and a hostess.

It's true that my mom can't make handicrafts, or doesn't read us bedtime stories.

But she can make a whole crowd roar in laughter, with her off-keyed quips and toothy grins.

My mom is strong-willed woman and a loud one, literally and figuratively.

She follows fashion trends, plays Facebook , and leave messages on my ex's wall.

She complains her daughters are outdated!

And she follows canto dramas,

falls asleep watching canto dramas

and rewatch it the next day after work

and falls asleep again.

She makes all her juniors at work squirm in fear,

and yet she fail to make us listen.

She's inquisitive, and willing. Laughs at her mistakes.

Hot tempered and impatient.

My mother learns English to teach us.

Scolds us when she's wrong

Scolds us when we tell her she's wrong

Scolds us when she's right.

Scolds us when we are slow at getting it right.

A tigress.

Mom...

There's nothing i could say to describe to you how much i love you.

You rock! =)

And i wouldn't want a better mother.

Cause you're the best mom out there.

teehee! =)

So all i wanna say is...

I love you MOM!

Have a great Mumsie Day! =DDD

*coughs*corny*coughs*

but i mean every word. =)

And in another totally unrelated matter, i would like to post this La Work Of Artistry.

This is what's REALLY HAPPENING in those seven weeks of DRAMA class.

Can you spell torture? hehe !

Yes ah-hiao. i still have the picture.

BOOYA! =D